through that door was a goner 64th i ate bologna and kicked it with Mac and Sonya In French Village i sold dope for my folks in a place with a crack
long lonely highway If I was a carpenter, and you were a lady And I was just a carpenter Instead of a rock and roll star Just a carpenter, a carpenter, a
She collects medicines in the box Where once he had kept his And holds out hope the year-old worries Will be gone, long before she goes So when's your
the game Raise your hands and feel the rain Got one thing we've got to try Makin' many money, makin' big boys cry Too bad that he's a liar She's so cool
we go I wanna walk in the club, Check everybody, Feel the bass, Pumpin' in my body, Here I go, (go) It's my party now and I don't worry 'bout a thing
heart a valley so true I wanna know where to start and baby Deep in my heart there are miracles too Just let me know how to start deep in your heart Like a
Spoken word. Have ya heard? What's it all mean? What does it really mean? What is it? What exactly is it, is it poetry? Is it prose? What is it,
us and obliterate everyone If you ever would give them a helping hand you can be sure they'll chop off the arm Never, ever, never trust a Klingon
maatschappij geweerd Uw tijd is nu voorbij, u kunt nu gaan OPAAAA [opaaa], OPAAAA [opaaa] Zo een keer per jaar komt kleinzoon nog eens langs A?A©n kort
make it a thrill to kill) (Straight up and down, act like you want a confrontation) [Lil' Fame] Here it is for you niggas that chastise the game It's M.O.P
Lifestyles of a ghetto child Lifestyles of a ghetto Lifestyles of a ghetto child Lifestyles of a ghetto Lifestyles of a ghetto child Lifestyles of a ghetto
watch a little TV Hold on a second, what's going on?! I don't have any kids or a wife! I was on a trip to another planet I don't recognize this
my fingers One touch you'll see L.O.V.E All I need's my love machine L.O.V.E All I need's my love machine L.O.V.E All I need's my love machine L.O.V
She collects medicines in the box Where once he had kept his And holds out hope the year old worries Will be gone Long before she goes So when's your
through that door was a gonner 64th i ate balogna and kicked it with mac and sonya in French Village i sold dope for my folks in a place with a crack
e ora di ricominciare a volgere verso il bisogno semplice cantatelo con me C'e nessuno? Rispondete. C-A-R-P-A-C-H-O Carpaccio (rip) La pratica della
start... rhymin', rhymin', rhymin! [Chorus:] It's the A! (dot) O! (dot) T! (dot) P! (dot) A! (dot) O! (dot) T! (dot) P! (dot) A! (dot) O! (dot) T! (dot) P
dreams? Got a taste for blood. Psychopathic fiends Black is black, night is day, reborn again, can't you hear them prey? Torn apart, numb and pain a
